User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-4431387-20120515212233/@comment-3135907-20140615050106

The two weasels start in surprise as the ragged band of woodlanders charges over the hill, shaking rough weapons, hoes, reaping scythes, crude iron rakes and kitchen cutlery. Lugger looks at Grabblu. "Er, yew take 'er to the castle. I got palces to be!" Grabblu looks at him for a few moments, then darts off, calling over his shoulder. "Nah, yew just watch 'er, mate. I'll be along!" Finding himself alone with the prisoner, and seeing a small horde of rampant woodlanders, Lugger turns tail and runs after Grabblu. "Wait up, mucker!"